Pirates: The Black Earl

"The number of pirates in that sea area has indeed decreased, but more people have left their homes, for fear of being cursed by the ghost ship."

This Klimans really dare to say anything.

Mengka twitched his eyelids and coughed lightly, "Okay, leave those alone and deal with our own troubles."

"Kelimans, you go now and see if you can help me."

Since the mouse dared to reach out, why can't he reach out?

Klimans was taken advantage of without realizing it, and he stood up and saluted: "Yes!"

Jingle Bell.

In the night, a small boat docked at the port of Shelz Town.

In the microwave rippling, a man wearing a hat jumped off the boat, took out the rope, and tied one person to the pier on the pier in a small boat.

He tied the boat in a weird posture, squatting down, like Azi with inconvenient hands and feet.

But not many people noticed this scene, and they didn't care. The night was getting darker, and everyone was anxious to go home to sleep.

Jingle Bell!

A bell was tied to the bow of the boat, and the sea was slightly swayed, and a dark figure emerged from the water, causing the bell to ring constantly.

Hearing the melodious bell sound, not far away, the boatman who was busy tidying up his fishing nets had his eyelids sinking, and his head drooped after a while, making a snoring sound.

"It works well."

Seeing this, Lovett nodded with satisfaction, took the bell handed by the Black Knight and held it in his hand.

"Then go ahead!"

Two figures walked one after the other towards Sheltz, and after every three steps, Lowett shook the bell and chanted an obscure spell.

Hum!

Invisible and intangible mana fluctuations are transmitted along the sound waves. The small town of Shelz is not big, and the bells are carefully selected by him. Every street he walks through, a large number of residents fall into a deep sleep.

"If you are wronged, you have to thank Dr. Dunn."

"It was his courage to calmly welcome death, which gave you a glimmer of life today."

Death is not terrible.

But few people do it.

Each one is precious and worthy of the respect of the Necromancer.

Jingle Bell.

The ringing sound echoed in the town.

At the same time, at the rear dock, the undead walked out of the sea, walking neatly. Holding a mess of weapons dripping into the sea, he set foot on this piece of land belonging to the living.

The depressive roar rose and fell, but the residents of the small town who were sleeping did not know that an army of undead was passing by outside their house.

Look at that number, more than three hundred!

This shows where Lowett went this month.

As a navy branch, 153 must have someone responsible for night guards.

Two soldiers were leaning against the wall and taking a nap. Suddenly, a piercing ringtone echoed in his mind, stirring endlessly.

This makes the town residents fall into a deep sleep with the sound of bells, but they have a dilapidated headache.

Woke up in shock.

The two soldiers looked at the figure wearing the hat under the dimly yellow street lamp in the street ahead, and the dense figure behind him that was dark, invisible, but silent, and their hairs stood upside down.

"who?!"

"I, come and get back the one thing I left here."

Hearing this, Lowett took off the hat, her long hair covered her cheeks, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

"what?"

The soldier replied, thinking for a while and wondering: "You can pick it up tomorrow. You won't deal with official affairs so late."

"No, it's not a business, it's a private business."

Lowett stepped forward, apparently unarmed, but let two soldiers holding guns close to the wall.

"Last time I left, I forgot to take your lives!"

Hearing this sentence, a soldier's pupils suddenly tightened, his face flushed, and a syllable was squeezed out of his mouth.

"enemy!!"

Pouch!

The voice stopped abruptly, and a long black figure of Xin appeared in the center of the main entrance of the branch. On the left and the right, he pinched two human heads whose eyes were slowly dimming, and asked him to look down.

Looking at the left and right, the headless corpse spurted blood from the neck, staining the wall red.

The black word "justice" dyed red!

"In this way, it's much pleasing to the eye."

The hat lifted up, and then waved forward.

Roar! ! !

An angry roar resounded across the night sky, and a head of zombie puppets broke away from the shackles and rushed into the 153 branch with a strong hatred for the living.

I’m finally going to recommend it tomorrow. The general process of the webpage is to test the water. I hope that the results will not be too much. Only a few hundred collections have been made. Dashu is so cool.

Seeking recommendation, seeking collection, all kinds of requests.

Chapter 21, Revenge on "Justice"!

If only he was ordered to be arrested, Lovett would not think of revenge on the entire 153 branch. People are like snakes and scorpions. Unexpected or unexpected, anger becomes undesirable.

However, through the story of the navigator, Lowett was surprised to find that Monka and others had nothing to do!

There is no doubt that the navy headquarters is not only preparing to suppress his existence, but also thinking of suppressing the problem of Monka, even at the expense of exchanging benefits with the Goa Kingdom to reach a consensus.